Duna

Time flows between the feet like nothing, i. m. 2 mg/kg. Here it is, at last. Everything stops. I’ve got 20 minutes, while the wave is a dune. Everything stands still, as if surfing event horizon. I’m all patience, only receptors went berserk. NMDA, SIGMA a PCP2 like the Holy Trinity, where silver drops would glitter, now grains of gold I count.